Vung Tau beach at 5pm, windy, golden sunshine, long shadows of poplar trees on the sand. The boys and girls with short pants and long legs wore life jackets and ran to the sea. The sailboat swayed in the wind, taking them around the sea.|On the sand, a mast stood upright in the sand, next to it were clothes, belts, ropes, and dried sticks piled up ready to wait for a fire. I’m attending a farewell ceremony for a sailboatman.|Everyone stands in a circle. Ms. Ta Thi Bich Ngoc holds the fire, facing the sea, staring at the mast: “Today is 49 days that I – Victor Luu Van Vi – left.|According to Vietnamese beliefs and customs, 49 days the soul will completely leave the earth. You and the sailing club brothers come to this familiar beach of mine, sending you more items that you still use. Hopefully in the other world, he will continue to have interesting adventures on the beach that he loves…”.|Flames flared and licked around the masts and moorings. The wind changes direction and blows towards the sea. The fire is out, the tide has just risen, sweeping away the ashes.